Sixth album for the Chicagoans, and a critical dossier that says everything about the cost of consistency. Sputnikmusic (4.5/5) praises « doomgaze expansions » grafted onto their signature psychedelic doom, with « a strong understanding of these dynamics that makes for exemplary songwriting » across forty minutes. Blabbermouth (8.5/10) goes further: « REZN’s artistry is so singular and well-executed that it demands respect », on a sixth album it calls transcendent.
Then comes Kerrang! (3/5) with the strangest review of the summer: « This is a fantastic album. Gorgeously crafted and produced, there’s nary a better-sounding band in the psychedelic doom landscape. » Still three out of five: through « staggering consistency » the band has « created a rod for their own backs », and the record falls « comparatively flat ».
The consensus is limpid and cruel at once: nobody disputes the beauty of the sound, the writing or the execution — the only debate is whether Rezn are allowed to sound like Rezn. Average of the three scores: 8/10. For anyone not demanding a revolution per record, the infinite dream rolls on.